Silvery blade glinting in the light
That sharp edge
One thought and I'm lost
This blade is my only escape
With it's sharp edge
And it's sidekick: Pain
Their the only friends I have
The words spinning round my head
Are like a whirlwind
Each one like a bullet to my head
With every slice I get closer
Closer to the vein
Closer and closer
Till it slits it
Now I'm gone
Dead
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Thoughts for feelings
PoetryJust a collection of my thoughts and little poems for different feelings